Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-12-01

sumpin' else. He s'arched all over bis
clothes, an, ez luck d hev IL, he foun' .
sheet o. writin' paper"
"Writing paper, grandpap?" said little
Peleg, looking up in surprise. "Wby,
Injins didn't have writing paper as long
ago as that"
"Peleg," replied the Old Settler, sol.
emnly, "who's the Oldest, you or yer
gran'pap3"
"Why, you are, grandpap."
"Then who orter know best whuther
Injns had writin' paper or not the time
my story happened? I'm old enough,
hain't !, to member back fur enough
fer that?'
81 guess so, grandpap. Bill Simmons
says th't II he could remember back as
far as you can he'd think Methuseler
was kid 'longside of him."
He would, hay? Bill Simmons is a
bright boy. He knows a heap. He
knows so much, b'gosht 'lmighty! th't
mebby he knows this story, an 30 ye
better go over an let Bill Simmons tell
it to yel'
1t took good deal of coaxing and a
great many rash promises ON the part OF
Peleg before the Old Settler was placated
SO that he would go on with his story,
but he finally resumed his narrative as if
nothing had happened.
"Arter findin' the sheet o. writin' pa
per-" he said, 'the Injin prince writ tine
follerin' letter to Chink-a-pin, ez nigh ez
/ kin call it off:
"DEAR CHINA: take my pen in hand 10 In
form you that am well, an hope these few lines
will find you injyin' the same blessin'. but am
in very oncomfertin' fix, which, il don't git
out Of IL, I'll be dead Injin soon. / am on the
top o. Squawkee Hill. II I'd tell that to some
folks they'd call me liar, an then th'd be q
fight, but you know me. Petey, an th't hain't
no kind Of q wild roamin' son O. the wildernest
fer pervaricatin'. tell ye I'm high an dry on
oil Squawkee, an unless sumpin turns up TO get
me off, I'll be chasin' the boundin' deer an the
rampagin' bar in the happy huntln' groun's
fore half moon kin roll around. Mebby you
kin think up some way o. fishin' me down. No
more at present. The 'skei ters is bad. Love to
ALL an keep big hunk fer yerself
"Yourn, thirsty an hungry, GoooLy.
"Arter writin' that, the Injin prince
waited till the eagles had gone to roost
in the top of the OIL pine tree, an wen
it got dark he clim' up the tree an tied
the letter to the he eagles leg. Then he
slid down, an in few minutes were
snorin' like tired out houn'.
"The sudden goin' away an the not
comm back o. the young prince made
heap o. excitement 'mongst the Injins.
The king durn nigh went crazy, an at last
on the third day of his sons absence, he
sent out word th't whoever recovered
Prince Gungle-j -jib-goggle-eye could have
anything tie king had to grant. As most
everybody wanted sumpin' they didn't
have, the hull tribe went to lookin' fer
the prince. Chink-a-pin were consid able
shook up by the disappearance of the
prince, but she sot her eagle trap all the
same ev'ry day, but didn't ketch nothin'
till the fourth day an then she foun' a
slammin' big eagle fast by one foot in
the trap. She were jist about to send an
arrer through it wen she see sumpin'
hangin' to its leg, an she made up her
mind she'd investigate leetle fore she
killed the big bird. She lassoed the eagle
an bound it down, an then got the piece
o. paper that was hangin' to its leg. That
paper were Goggly's letter. Sure enough,
the eagle had happened to get in Chink-a-
pins trap. The Injin gal give little yell
wen she read the letter, an then closed
up tighter'n drum.
81 II bev sumpin' to ask fer I'm the
king afore two days, says she, an I'll
get 1t, too"
"Chink-a-pin sot down an writ an
answer to the princes letter, tied il to
the eagles leg, and let the big bird outen
the trap. Away it sailed up to ards the
top O. oil Squawkee. The prince, hun
grier thin ever, war layin' on his back,
wonderin' wat war gointer become o.
him, wen the ol' he eagle come back to
the dead pine, screechin' an screamin'
and maxim a great fuss.
"'He hain't ben ketched, said the
Injin, with groan.
1.-The prince noticed that the eagle KEEP
peckin' an a peckin' away at his leg,
and bimeby he see sumpin' white drop
pin down outen the tree. 1t come zig
zaggin' an shakin' down, an fell right
at Goggly's feet. He picked it up. II
was Chink-a-pin's letter, ez follers:
"DEAR GoooLy: Your'n received, an were glad
TO hear from ye. Iwere feered mebby ye were
lost 'Scuse haste an a bad pen, but I'm going
out to kill fawn. Ill see ye t'morrow an tel
ye all about it. Yer pap is well.
"Your'n loviny, cHHK.APN.
"'Crazier thin a bed bug on boardin'
house cotr yelled the prince, an he
clawed the ground an kicked. I'm a
gone Injin, and mowt ez well git ready
to feed the crows
"Gungle-jib-goggle-eye rolled an
groaned an cussed his luck till long
to'ards noon the next day, an then he
jumped up an, marchin' to the edge o.
the gulch, made up his mind TO end his
misery by junpin' in. Jist as he were
gointer make the spring one o. the big
eagles come a sailin' up with deer in
its claws
az am q gointer climb that tree an
make fight for some O. that deerr says
the prince, an he stepped back FIN the
gulch an starts fer the tree. He had got
to the foot Of the pine when heard a
shout, an, lookin' up, see sumpin' a
slidin' down the tree like fash, an the
next second he was bein' Rugged an
kissed by w-paw-chink-a-pin, The-cus-
tard-pie-that- -hain't-gotno-fies-on-it! The
eagles scared around an screeched fer
that gal two minutes afore were the
young deer the he eagle had carried Il